I Came Home From Work and Found My Baby in a Condition I Will Never Forget – The Archivist

to speak I was going to fall apart, and I had done enough of that in that kitchen in the dark at three in the morning. I had earned something different now.

On the dining table sat a small wooden box. No lock. Just a lid.

Inside was a second letter, shorter than the first.

Alyssa, she had written. If you’re reading this, then you’ve chosen yourself. continue reading …